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Whipped Cream Caper
🕑 Added 2020-10-20 14:49:33 +0000 UTCCans tinkered against each other as they began to pile up in her arms. One and two and three and four… She shook her head, realizing she had lost her count and had begun counting the tubes she was grabbing.
*WHAM*
The noise smashed from out in the hallway, echoing into the small kitchen area through the thin walls.
Bea’s head shot up and slammed hard against the solid shelving of the refrigerator. She felt the plastic shelfing scrap along her neck as she fell backwards. Cans of whipped cream tinkered onto the tile floor in a cacophony of noise, but it was nothing compared to the dull thud that reverberated through the room as the plush girl fell onto her plush posterior. The wooden floorboards squealed against the sudden impact of the extreme mass that was Bea’s bottom.
“Owww,” she whined, putting her hands to the back of her head.
There was the rapid noise of heavy footfall from out in the hall, and suddenly the kitchen’s door began shaking as the door handle was jostled.
“Who the hell is in there!?” called a shrill voice from the other side. “I swear to God, you are so dead!”
The door shook from another heavy impact, quieting Bea’s worried cry. The wooden frame seemed to dent beneath the weight of the fat girl on the other side. Bea scrambled on the floor, turning over onto her hands and knees. It took her a moment to struggle to her feet, feeling her muscles whine in protest when she had to push off the ground.
The door shook again before Bea felt the floor vibrate. “Oooff stupid door!” the girl from the other side grunted. Bea tried to remember which one was the guard, the tan girl or the one with black-and-red hair.
Another impact and the short doughball decided it really didn’t matter. She hurried, stooping over to reach for the cream filled cans, using one of the four refrigerators to steady her balance.
The door clunked in its frame as someone on the other side leant on it, but Bea could hear the exhaustion in the other girl’s voice as she wheezed, “Y-you Sigmas… are so, dead!”
Bea had to put a hand on her hip to reach the floor over her tummy, tightening the cans beneath her large forearm.
The door shook again, the wood whining weakly as the girl on the other side bounced off once more. Bea hurried over to the open window and stuck her head out.
Below her stood a plush figure dressed in a green school hoodie and gray sweatpants, looking extremely out of place on the well-trimmed lawn.
“What the heck is going on?? Hurry!” hissed the girl, hopping nervously. Her body shook with the motion, but she seemed too agitated to notice her belly bouncing free.
“They’re at the door!” Bea half whispered half shouted. “What do I do??”
“Throw the cans down!” the girl hissed.
Obediently, Bea threw her arms out the window and released the armfuls on cans. Fourteen in all, they thunked quietly to the lawn below.
“Now, get down here!” the girl instructed.
“What!?” Are you crazy!”
“I WILL GUT YOUR FAT ASS!!” hollered the voice from the hall before the door slammed again. The wood splintered as the fatty on the other side used rage to find her second wind, a wind which vanished into out-of-shape puffs that could be heard through the cracks.
“Bea! You have to jump!” shouted the girl on the lawn, throwing back her hood. Long locks of red hair flopped out of the hoodie as she stared up towards Bea, her green eyes hard.
“Are you kidding? I can’t jump!!” Bea protested. She heard another sound against the door, but it was softer, the wheezing more clear.
“Bea didn’t you used to be a cheerleader!?” the girl demanded. “You can do this! Just get through the window and jump!”
Bea could hear other voices from other rooms now. Multiple lights were flickering onto the lawn as sisters returned from the racket in the parking lot and others awoke from the shouts of the butterball battering ram.
There was a knock on the door, and a gasping voice asked, “C-can you…” it huffed, “Can you please unlock the door?”
The knob jiggled.
Somehow, that plea was even more frightening, and Bea found herself sticking more of her body out the window. Her belly rolled over the windowsill as she looked along the side of the building for… there!
Just below her window was a little ledge that she could put her feet on. If she could get there then maybe that 9-foot drop wouldn’t look so…
Bea gulped and then hefted herself forwards, then falling back with a podding grunt. The short hop had achieved nothing.
“Come on, come on!” the girl on the ground was bouncing from foot to foot.
Bea stepped back and tried to raise a foot to the windowsill, remembering her high kicks from her old days in practice. But the cheerleader had been all but consumed beneath layer after layer of jiggling flab. The girl could hardly kick her weighty leg at all, and the cans in her arms made it even more awkward.
Bea was already sweating, but three kicks later and she felt like she’d might just surrender, if the strain of her muscles could only beat out the anxiety from the hall. Other voices were joining the first, more and more girls as the doorknob still rattled.
On her fourth attempt, Bea’s ankle hooked on the window and the fat girl hopped forward on her trunk-sized leg. She turned sideways, attempting to straddle the sill, and felt her large thighs digging in deeply. Her entire body was squeezed, her flabby butt and doughy gut pushing in from either side of the frame. The exterior foot dangled in search of the ledge, and she leaned outward to try and find it.
It wasn’t a good move. All of Bea’s weight settled onto her groin, fat pushing down on a most sensitive place that made the girl tighten her legs with an unwitting anxiousness.
She spotted the ledge another foot down from where her foot scraped the wall. Bea felt her tummy tighten as she lifted her right leg from the floor and leaned further left. It was only a moment after the momentum started gathering that she realized how poor a plan that was.
Her butt and stomach scraped along the windowsill before, with an audible pop and a panicked yelp, gravity realized its four-hundred-pound-hold hold on her and Bea tumbled out of the window, directly onto the garden below.
Luckily for her, the garden was filled with plants to break her fall.
Unluckily, one of the cans beat her to it.
She landed on a multitude of bushes butt first and felt the explosion of compressed air as the sugar-coated can detonated beneath the large girl’s exceptionally large back. She groaned, feebly raising her arms, which were immediately met with the hands of her companion, grabbing and tugging her backwards. Bea had enough presence of mind to dig her heels in as she was pulled upwards and onto her feet, still blinking stars out of her eyes when half a dozen cans of whipped cream were deposited in her arms.
“Let’s go lets go!” her friend hurried, and pulled Bea into a waddling run as the two girls rushed into the dark beyond.
Light suddenly filled the window from which she came as the door finally gave way. A savage shout of untempered bloodlust followed the girls as they wobbled as fast as they could for the tree line.
Both girls turned back after stumbling past the first forest trees to see multiple figures moving about the sorority house of the Phi Alpha Tau’s. Bea rewarded herself with a dazed smile as she hurried away with her prize.
The adrenaline of success carried the fat girls into a giddy rush, moving deeper into the woods before the giggling overtook them and they had to stop running.
“That was amazing, Bea!” her friend shouted from just ahead of her.
“I know, right?! I never thought I’d ever do anything like this. The Sigma’s are gonna have to accept us for sure! I can’t believe that you distracted them like that, Lav.”
Lavender blushed. In the dark forest, Lavender’s pale cheeks turned as red as her hair, searching for the light of the moon through gaps in the canopy. “My brother always gave my mom a heart attack with fireworks. I figured a few going off in the car lot would bring everyone running.”
“It was really good!” Bea bubbled. “It reminded me of the 4th of July shows back home! I almost forgot that I was breaking in!”
Lavender snorted, putting both of her hands on her hips and grinning with pride. “So, how many did we get?” she asked.
“Uhhh…” Bea began counting her load out loud, using her fingers to keep track. “I’ve got six!”
“And I’ve got seven. So that’s thirteen in all,” Lavender concluded.
“Thirteen? But I thought I… Oh no!”
Bea let out a low groan and dropped her share as her hands wrapped around her back. She patted against her large behind, searching the large surface and feeling it bounce against her touch, until her hands felt the offending substance that had begun to trickle down her pants and down her buttcrack.
“Ohhh gross, it’s so sticky!” Bea complained. She hopped up and down, causing more of the substance to flow down and begin spreading over each cheek.
Lavender laughed at her friends plight as she yelped again, batting lightly at her back. The redhead unscrewed the cap of one of the bottles. “How about 12, then? Make it a more even number?” she asked.
Bea was struggling to lift her sweater off and was currently showing the world her flabby middle and vanilla white bra. Her sweater came free and she shook her mousy brown hair back and forth. The fringes of it dipped in the cream on her buttshelf. “But what are we gonna do with an extra can of-”
There was the unmistakable sound of a can being shaken and cream being dispensed. Bea looked over to see Lavender filling up her entire mouth with the creamy substance. The redhead tilted her head back, swirling the can around and making it end in a fine point before closing her mouth and giving Bea a comical grin, the angel-freckles glowing over her chubby blush.
Bea giggled and took the can from Lav’s outstretched hand. She put the nob into her own mouth and began sucking down the substance. She could feel it slide down her gullet and filling up her belly as gulp after gulp simply disappeared into her immense figure.
After 15 seconds of pure bliss, she swallowed a final mouthful released an “Ahhh,” of sweet satisfaction.
Lavender laughed, taking the bottle back. “Nice,” she complimented. “Come on, we gotta get going. By the end of the night, you and I are gonna be true sisters of the Alpha Sigma Sigmas!”
“Oooh,” Bea cooed in wonder. “I hope they have a welcoming feast.”
